Isaac X Scott Novels & Stories

I whispered. “Speaking of Isaac where is he? He is never late, especially for something this important,” Damon mumbled, “Come on Damon, Isaac is a self-centered lunatic, who thinks about no one but himself,” Stefan sneered. “What is it?” I sipped from my mug, glaring at the brothers, “What is what?” “About Isaac, you two don't trust him do you?” I asked, “It's not that— but... He went to war with our father, and he was the only survivor, swears he doesn't remember anything, said he woke up in the middle of nowhere,” Stefan explained,

Millicent's expression was filled with pity, but apparently she had already learned how much he hated being treated like a victim, as she didn't mention any of that “So… You answered me because it was your obligation to make me happy, to fulfill your agreement with Austin?” “It… It started like this. Kind of.” Isaac looked away from her, feeling agitated almost as if a part of him was genuinely afraid she might read his mind and discover the idiot boy he had once been always had a… Crush in her “The truth is. that... My plan was to make you bored and give up on cards as quickly as possible. So neither Evan nor Austin would get what they wanted, which was a huge victory for me, even though I

Chapter Two Isaac The sun was rising slowly. The sky still looked sleepy. My bag lay on the ground, ready to go. Then Aunt Eleanor spoke behind me. “You’re a fool, Isaac. A blind fool.” She was angry. But mostly she was scared. I could hear it. “I know,” I said. I didn’t turn around. I just kept looking at the road. Then I heard Lydia crying. I turned. She was on the porch, shaking, eyes red.